Friday, April 29, 2011

Romancing the Beta Hero

Let's give a Killer welcome to Nana Malone!


Or rather letting the Beta Hero romance you. Okay, I’ll be the first to admit, what you all already know. Alpha heroes are sexy. There I said it. Shoot, as women we’re biologically programmed to love them. Or lust them as the case may be. They are the guys genetically predisposed to produce the healthiest offspring. So deep voice, more muscles than you can count and enough swagger to make Rambo cower? We’re all in. But what about the other guy?

You know, the ones we call our best friends, the ones we call the underdog. The ones we hug and tell, “Don’t worry, someday some amazing woman is going to come your way” as we leap on the back of a motorcycle with the above alpha hero. You’ve seen this guy, He’s Clark Kent, Peter Parker, Colin Firth. Go ahead, clutch your heart, make the aww face. There you go. These are the guys we love to love us. Too bad they’re not necessarily the guy we love back.

We often overlook them. They’re quiet. Or at least appear to be. Sorta shy. They’re not all in your face demanding attention. They can be a bit geeky and against type. They’re not making a show on the football field, and if they are, they’re the kicker. No quarterback status for the Beta Hero. But one thing you can always say about the Beta hero, he’s there for a gal. He’ll bend over backwards to make her happy. So then why are so many women running after Rambo? In the past few years, it’s been all about the alpha in the Romance world. And sure why wouldn’t it be? He’s sexy and protective blah blah blah.

But will he cook you soup when you’re sick? Give you a foot massage? Every time I watch pretty in Pink, I just think poor Ducky. Even in real life, we’ve all had that friend who keeps picking the bad boy in the hopes she’ll change him into the beta hero. And you want to scream, run girl, he can’t be “fixed.” Maybe you are that girl.

I for one love the Beta Hero. I’ve always had a soft spot for Clark Kent while Superman left me a little cold. And don’t even get me started about Colin Firth. Insert aww face here. These guys are dependable and strong of character. They’ve faced adversity, likely at the hands of an Alpha, and they love deeply. He’s the grand gesture guy. And who doesn’t want a grand gesture?

I have my real life beta hero. And lucky for me he’s got pecks too. The best of both worlds.

Who’s your favorite beta hero?

Nana’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin on a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana at a precocious thirteen. She’s been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.

Waiting for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, Nana, meantime works out her drama, passion and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is. Though, until that ninja job comes through, you’ll find her acting out scenes for hubby and puppy while catching up on her favorite reality television shows in sunny San Diego.

Her debut novel GAME, SET, MATCH is available from The Wild Rose Press and Amazon.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Big 1000

No, that's not the birthday I celebrated this year.

Over at Two Voices Blog, I just wrote my 1000th post on Monday. It’s hard to believe I’ve had that much to say since my first post on October 29, 2005.
I was a novice in the publishing world back then [and sometimes I still feel that way].  My first novella had been contracted on December 31, 2004 and hit virtual shelves on April 8, 2005. I was still feeling the rush of my first royalty check and I was full of ambition and promise.  My family and I were about to leave for a long-anticipated vacation and when we got back I was going to officially become a ‘full-time writer.’
Here I am six years and 36 books later [that’s unique titles, not counting anthologies], and I feel a little like I’ve come full circle. I’m back working the day job I left in 2005 to pursue my writing career. I’ve found my way back to enjoying my writing after letting the business end of the business get me down. I’m back to writing sensual romance more than erotic romance.
I may run out of things to talk about before I reach 2000 posts, but if anyone had told me in 2005 that I’d still be a voice on the interwebs after six years, [or maybe two voices] I would not have believed them.
How long have you been blogging?  Throw some numbers at me!

Monday, April 25, 2011

Cover Artist Angie Waters: Tips, A pet peeve & a glimpse at how a cover comes together

We're welcoming back cover artist Angie Waters!

You're in for a treat, if, like me, you've always wondered how cover artists make their magic. Angie was kind enough to supply "before" and "after" pics of the images she used to make two covers. I was blown away by the combinations and can't wait to see what all our Killer friends think!

I also asked Angie for a list of tips writers should keep in mind when they're filling out their Cover Art information sheets (and I asked what her pet peeve is!). Check out her answers below!

And of course one I'm particularly fond of:


Some of the things I like to see included:

The genre
The heat level
Character physical descriptions
Mannerisms help too. You don't want a bold brassy heroine on the cover if yours is shy ;)
Key symbols or settings of the book
A short synopsis or blurb (or website where I can find one)


I don't need a complete description of the the size and girth of your hero's package...seriously. I need the color of his hair and eyes, his physical build, is he tall or short, etc. If the only description I get is below the waist you will get a decapitated hero :P

Find out more info about Angie's work at:



I was blown away by the combinations Angie put together. What about you? What unusual combinations have you made in your life/work/world? For example: I have a friend who buys pre-made calendars with pictures of flowers and glues her own photos of butterflies on top of the pics that are already there, making each month have a multi-dimensional pop! Or...I like strange combos of spices with foods: I put nutmeg in my mashed potatoes and chili powder in chocolate cake.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Writing the Gladiatrix by Michelle Miles

Let's give a Killer welcome to today's guest blogger Michelle Miles!

I’m excited to be here today at Killer Chicks so a big thank you for having me!

Today I’m talking about my upcoming release with DCL Publications, Phoenix Fire. It’s the story about a gladiatrix and her assassin lover. I thought it appropriate considering I’m at Killer Chicks today to talk about her and the story.

Here’s the blurb:

Elena Gaius is Hixyl’s most heralded gladiatrix, catching the Emperor’s eye with her unspoiled beauty and fiery temper. Determined to let no man have her, he forces her into a life of unwanted accolades—for slaughter in the Games. With independence out of reach, Elena knows each day could be her last.

Cassius Antonius is a former general hired by an underground secret order to assassinate the Emperor. When he refuses, they take away the only thing precious to him—his freedom. Forced into servitude, he meets Elena and manipulates her into helping him, forming a shaky alliance and a searing romance.

The two become unwitting pawns in the struggle to save Hixyl from the Emperor’s tyranny. But plans spin out of control with the discovery of their secret tryst, and for their ultimate act of betrayal, the Emperor demands one last entertainment—to be pitted against each other in the Games in a fight to the death.

I dreamed the story. Specifically, the heroine, Elena. I distinctly remember when I woke up what the story would be about. Elena was tough and strong. She was forced to fight in the arena against men, earning her right to live another day. I had specific imagines in my mind about what would happen and how it would happen. And the worst part of it all was she would have to fight her lover in the arena in a fight to the death. These things I knew for certain. I just didn’t know exactly why she was forced to fight or how she had become a gladiatrix.

That morning, I thought about it the entire time I got ready for work. I chanted the story over and over in my head while I drove through rush hour. As soon as I got to my computer, I started typing out the synopsis. I had it completed in about twenty minutes and I knew I had to write it. I knew I had to tell Elena’s story.

As I started writing, I began to discover things about Elena. I wrong a long, intend prologue about her early life in an orphanage. I based my world on Ancient Rome. In the early draft, I did call it Rome just to give myself a place holder for when I could figure out what to call my world. My world had centaurs and nymphs and other mystical creatures. There’s a chariot race and numerous fights in the arena. There’s an evil Emperor, a Senator who wants to control the government himself, and an assassin determined to gain his freedom.

That was over two years ago when I first conceived and wrote it. It will be published sometime this year (hopefully in the near future!) with DCL Publications. But it took a while to sell it. I lost track of how many rejections I received for it but I was determined. It was only after I took Margie Lawson’s Deep Edits class that I realized what the opening line of the story should be:

Elena lived to kill and killed to live.

It set the tone for the entire story. That short eight word sentence, to me, speaks volumes about who Elena is and why she kills.

It would be a long hard journey for her as she fought for her freedom, knowing she would never have a chance at it. That she would have to fight in the arena until the day she died. Until she met Cassius. He changed everything for her. He offered her hope and gave her a taste of what it could be like to be free. He convinced her to help him assassinate the Emperor and she agreed, knowing with his death, she could walk away from her days as a gladiatrix forever. But her freedom wouldn’t come without a price—her life or Cassius’s.

It was one of the most difficult stories I’ve ever written. I loved every minute of it. :) Difficult because I wanted Elena’s story to be real. I wanted to show her fighting in the arena against the other gladiators. I wanted the reader to experience watching a chariot race through her eyes. Hopefully, I’ve accomplished that.

Michelle Miles writes contemporary, fantasy and paranormal romance and is published with Samhain Publishing, Cobblestone Press and DCL Publications. For more information about her books, visit her website at

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The slippery staircase

Sorry, that's not the title of the latest Nancy Drew Mystery -it's the subject of the dream I had the other night that made me think of the publishing industry.

I was at the bottom of a very steep staircase cut into the side of a hill made of sharp black rocks. The stairs were very narrow , wet metal with brass banisters on either side. Someone was there leading me up the stairs [okay, it was Michael Scott from The Office, which should have been my first clue I was in trouble]. I started to climb. It wasn’t easy getting up the stairs. I was afraid to fall and halfway up, the stairs got even more narrow and steep until it was like climbing a ladder, but I kept going. When I finally reached the top Michael disappeared, and I was left standing  there all alone on the black rocks trying to figure out what to do next.
I sort of feel that way about the publishing industry. It’s a slippery climb to the top. Everything you need to get there is available, the banisters, the steps, but they’re not easy to use. The higher you go, the harder it gets and when you get to the top – there’s no one there to tell you what to do next. You have to figure it out on your own.
I suppose the dream was trying to tell me that even when things get difficult, I have to keep climbing, and even when I don’t feel like I have anyone to guide me, I have to just stand still and think about things and eventually a solution will come to me.
Then again maybe I just shouldn’t have spicy food for dinner.
How do you see the publishing industry? A slippery slope? A comfortable ride? A ladder with no end in sight?
Or do you just think I should switch back to mild salsa on taco night?

Monday, April 18, 2011

Interview with Cover Artist Angie Waters (part one)

I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit in awe of cover artists and curious about what they do, so I was thrilled when Angie Waters, the artist who created the cover for THE FIRST VICTIM agreed to this interview. Thanks so much for doing this, Angie!

JB: What's your background?

AW: I'm actually an electrician and electronics/computer technician. I've done everything from repairing FA/18 electronic and weapon systems to building and repairing computers. Currently, I am one half of Millennium Promotion Services, Inc I was raised with a great appreciation for art. Many of my family members are very talented artists in their chosen mediums. I didn't find my medium until much later ;)

JB: How did you become a cover artist?

Totally by accident. I was playing around with photoshop for fun and was asked by one of my clients if I could design bookcovers so I gave it a shot. Two of my first cover designs won awards and I have been going strong ever since.

JB: How long have you been doing it?

I've been designing book covers for almost four years :)

JB: Okay, so can you describe your process for designing a cover? Do you work on developing tone or a specific image first?

**Just a note: JB really wanted to know about the weapons systems...but alas if I explained myself I would have to kill her...**

On to the questions... I'm not sure if I'd call it a process, I see covers in my head like an author sees their characters and story. The tone of the cover depends on what needs to be projected most about the story. The reader needs to feel immediately the tone of the book by the cover designer's interpretation. That feeling can come from colors, images or the font style.

JB: You don't read the books first, right? So are you given anything to work with besides the Cover Art Fact Sheet which the author fills out? Do you get input from anyone other than the author?

No, I don't read the books first but my TBR list has grown substantially since I started designing covers ;) Most of the time I have just the art sheet to work with. I will also visit the author's website to see if they have a blurb available to read so I get a good idea of what the story is about. Input from others vary depending on the publisher I am designing the cover for.

JB: How long does it normally take you to design a cover? How many versions do you usually end up making?

That depends on how quickly I "see" the design. When I start work I can easily lose track of time. Some days I can design five or six covers, other days one cover. If I find that my muse isn't playing nicely with something I am working on, I'll move to another design and come back to it when my muse wants to play nice. Most of the time I don't have to do more than one version of a cover.

Find out more info about Angie at:



Now Killer Friends, since Angie mentioned her roundabout route to her current career, tell us: What are some of the more interesting/odd jobs YOU'VE held?

Oh, and don't forget to stop by Friday to find out what guest blogger Michelle Miles has to say!

Friday, April 15, 2011

What's the last book you read?

If it's Friday, it must be Book Day! Question of the day: What’s the last book you read and why did you choose it? JB says: I'm only going to talk about published books, despite the fact I've read a number of unpublished works recently. Non-fiction: COMPOSED (a memoir) by Roseanne Cash because I'm thinking about writing a character who has to step out of someone's shadow, and I figured her father Johnny Cash threw a pretty big shadow. (I was surprised that this was barely touched on in the book.) Fiction: Re-read LADY COTTINGTON'S PRESSED FAIRY BOOK because I love the pictures. I'm listening to Liz Fichera's CAPTIVE SPIRIT because I really wanted to shake things up. It was a good choice!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Poll: What's in your glass?

I’m one of those people who believes that life is what you make of it. I tend to think a good attitude brings better results no matter what kind of endeavor you’re undertaking.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m no cock-eyed optimist, but it’s been my experience that if you view your glass as being half full, you’re less likely to miss what should have been in the other half of the glass.
With all the changes in the publishing industry lately, I’ve noticed a lot of authors becoming desperately worried about how everything that happens is going to affect their bottom line. I understand it’s important to have your finger on the pulse of your chosen career, but I also think there’s merit continuing to paddle your boat in your own direction, with or against the current as the mood strikes you, and just let everyone else do their own thing.
For today I have a poll. Which statement best describes your glass?
It’s half full.
It’s half empty.
What glass?
Mine is a coffee cup.
Mine is a shot glass and I drank it already.
There’s a crack in my glass.
Mine was a paper cup and it caught on fire while I was burning the candle at both ends. Can I have another one?

My best advice, no matter what’s in your glass is: It’s all gonna happen the way it’s gonna happen anyway, so worry less, write more, fill your glass with good spirits [take that any way you want to] and drink up.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Someday I'm Going To...

So the other day I was sitting in a café (okay, it was a chain store, but it sounds so much nicer to call it a café) working away on my trusty netbook, when a complete stranger interrupted my flow and started talking to me. After she grilled me about the netbook, she got to the inevitable question: “What do you use it for?”

I sighed. I knew what was coming next, but I smiled politely and answered honestly. “I use it to write.”

“Oh!” she trilled excitedly. “Someday…”

My heart sank. Here it came.

“….I’m going to write a book.”

To my credit, I managed to refrain from rolling my eyes, but I was annoyed she’d interrupted my flow so I didn’t do as good a job holding my tongue. “Why haven’t you started it yet?”

She fluttered her eyelashes and stared at me aghast. “Excuse me?”

“Why haven’t you started it yet?”

“Oh…well…I’m waiting until I retire in a couple of years.”

“Maybe you should just start it now,” I suggested.

She looked at me as though I was recommending she prance naked around Times Square.

(The Naked Cowboy already has the market cornered in that respect and he’s much better at merchandising.)

She quickly extricated herself from the conversation and left me in peace. She probably thought I was being rude, but I actually thought I’d given her some useful advice. Why wait?

We all have a SOMEDAY I’M GOING TO… list.

Usually they look something like this: Someday I’m going to…
-Write a book (Please note that I have stressed WRITE a book, not “publish” a book because that’s one of those things that isn’t 100% under your control.)

- Travel

- Learn to tango

- Run a marathon

- Go back to school

- Look up an old friend you’ve lost touch with

- Learn to cook

- Fly a plane

- Run with the bulls in Pamplona*

- Change careers

- Get a tattoo

In my opinion, the key to actually accomplishing any of these is to just put aside the excuses (I don’t have the time, I’m too old, I’ve got to take care of _____________) and actually start.

Sign up for a class, read a book, research how much that trip you’ve always wanted to take will cost, sit down and write. I’m not saying that your restrictions, whatever they might be, won’t be complications, but if it’s something you really want to do, they’re probably not insurmountable obstacles either.

I spent years saying “Someday I’m going to turn this screenplay into a novel.” Years. Why? Because I was afraid I couldn’t do it, or wouldn’t do it well. Once I got over the stumbling blocks in my head, the actual writing wasn’t nearly as painful as I’d anticipated. (It was still maddeningly difficult, but after a while I became determined to just get it done.) As a result THE FIRST VICTIM will be published in June. (Boy, that makes it sound like it was easy, doesn’t it?)

So what’s on your Someday I’m Going To…list, Killer Friends? How far along are you in the process? What’s holding you back?

Mine includes: run a 5k (I’ve walked/run a number, but the ability to just run eludes me) finish a marathon (I’ve walked a half-marathon so I’m halfway there) travel to Yellowstone (I’ve got the brochures!) visit a dear friend I haven’t seen for years (no progress so far on that one) and write more books!

• I am in no way advocating running with the bulls

Friday, April 8, 2011

Book Day: Excerpt

To celebrate our first Book Day* at Killer Chicks, I’ve got an excerpt from my October 2011 Samhain release: INTERVIEW WITH A GARGOYLE
Darkness has ruled the life of Blake DeWitt for over a decade. Cursed to spend each day from dawn until dusk encased in the hideous form of a stone gargoyle, he’s reached a new level of desperation. A chance encounter with a dying demon puts cake decorator Melodie McConnell in possession of the key to Blake’s freedom, but only her death will break the curse. How far into darkness will he go to reclaim the light?

Unedited Excerpt:

The blinding beam of a single headlight swept the alley. Palmer and Melodie both put their hands up to shield their eyes, which did little to increase visibility. The strong scent of diesel accompanied the belly-rumbling thunder of a six-cylinder on low idle.
            Fortunately, the rider cut the light, leaving Mel blinking at the phantom color dots that swirled in front of her eyes. When her stunned retinas recovered, she focused on the movement of leather-clad arms reaching up to remove a gleaming black helmet.
            Next to her, Palmer drew his sword and shoved one broad shoulder forward in a move that said, “Get behind me, wench.” Annoying as it was, though, the attitude suited him.
            A masculine wave of dark hair tumbled from the helmet, and Hell’s angel revealed a face that could stop traffic. A day’s growth of sexy stubble shadowed a granite jaw. Sculpted lips curved in a humorless grin, and deep-set hawk eyes zeroed in on the puddle of Gogmar evaporating around their feet.
            “Oh, crap, it’s DeWitt,” Palmer muttered near Melodie’s ear. She might have commented, but she was currently bewitched by a stare that made her palms slippery on the broom handle and her heart beat triple time.
            Here was a man who sizzled.
            She’d never been the type to be rendered speechless or weak-kneed by a show of testosterone, but Sugar Honey Iced Tea, this man was fine. Correction: This leather-wearing, Harley-riding, ally-skulking thug was fine.
            He tucked his midnight black helmet under one arm and cocked a perfectly arched brow at Melodie’s sword-wielding savior. “You killed the Gogmar, didn’t you?” His words held an exotic lilt, just the hint of a Scottish brogue.
            “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was making out with my girlfriend. We didn’t see anything. Right, sweetheart?”
            Palmer wrapped an arm around Mel’s shoulders, and the weight of his embrace nearly knocked an inch off her height. “Huh? Oh...right.”
            She assumed she was protecting them both by agreeing with him. Nevertheless she wasn’t fully comfortable with Tall, Dark and Dangerous thinking Palmer was her boyfriend, or -- and more importantly -- that she was the kind of girl who would make out in an alley.
            “You do realize you’re standing in Gogmar guts,” the mysterious DeWitt said.
            “Umm....” The smell in the alley had grown into something no skunk could hope to emulate, and Melodie’s desire to flee before she started to melt had become unmanageable. She decided to rat Palmer out and ducked from under his arm. “He did it.”
            The back door of Gleason’s was two steps away, and she could have had it slammed, locked and dead bolted in a heartbeat if only she could have torn her gaze away from DeWitt’s piercing stare.
            “So what if I did?” Palmer stepped up, sword ready, while Mel inched back.
            Leather God shrugged. “That’s fine with me. All I want is the Cabochon it carried, and I’ll be on my way.”
            “It had no Cabochon,” Palmer replied.
            Skepticism lit those fathomless eyes, and DeWitt smirked. Mel conveniently forgot her desire to flee when he lifted a massive thigh and swung himself off the seat of his Harley.
            Leather boots, stone-washed jeans, black t-shirt, and a scuffed bomber jacket completed his bad-boy ensemble. As he stretched to his full height, her gaze dropped to his silver belt buckle, which looked big enough to hold tea service for four. She wondered guiltily if he were compensating for a Nah. A guy like this had the goods to back up that swagger. No doubt about it.
            “I’ve been following it since sundown. I know it had the Cabochon and I want it. Now.” His demand held no room for argument, and the commanding tone of his rich, slightly accented voice made Mel want to give him whatever he asked for.
            While Palmer postured, though, she slid another inch toward the door.
            “You’re welcome to search the remains, but trust me, there’s no Cabochon here.”
            “I can feel it. It’s here.” DeWitt advanced, Palmer brandished his weapon and Mel bolted again, figuring she’d just be in the way when they came to blows.
            Rather than go for the armed opponent, though, DeWitt lunged for Melodie. Palmer ran interference, for which she was grateful, and she ducked inside the shop, cringing as a scuffle erupted behind her.
            Once inside, she turned to shove the door shut behind her, but a booted foot wedged in the sliver of space between the door and the jamb, preventing her from closing it completely.
            She screamed and thought about stomping on the intrusive instep, but her rubber-soled Keds wouldn’t do much damage, so she ran. The door banged open, and the clatter and clang of armed combat followed her through the kitchen.
*Book Day -Selected Fridays at Killer Chicks are Book Days when we’ll post one or more of the following:
An Excerpt – from a published book, soon-to-be-published book or maybe even a work in progress
Flash Fiction – super short stories
Unpubbed scene/deleted scene – those moments that ended up on the cutting room floor
Cover art/cover discussion – we’ll tell you what we think, you tell us what you think
Mini-review – books we love and why
If you can think of any other category you’d like to see on a Book Day, let us know.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Win Jennifer Hillier's CREEP!

Jennifer is giving away not one, but two, Advance Reader Copies of her thriller CREEP.

What are you waiting for? Go try to win one right now!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Naked Numbers - Self publishing update

Back in February I put four of my ‘out-of-print’ titles up for sale on Smashwords and Amazon just to see what this whole self-publishing bruhaha was all about.

I promised I’d share some results with you so here are some numbers, unclothed and in their natural state as of 3/31/11:

Price: FREE
Downloads from Smashwords since 2/13/11: 3417

Price: $2.99 [originally] sold 5 copies
Adjusted Price: $0.99
Copies sold since 2/2/11: 55

Price: $0.99
Copies sold since 2/20/11: 96

Price: $0.99
Copies sold since 2/20/11: 73

Monday, April 4, 2011

Cover Art Anxiety

The life of a book has some scary moments. Facing the blank page, getting mired in the middle, sending it out for critiques, submitting to agents or editors, waiting for an editor’s revision letter, and of course, seeing your cover art for the first time.

Last week when I received the email with the words COVER ART my heart skipped a beat, then I let out a squeal of delight because it had finally arrived, and finally opened the email with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. I’ve got to admit I held my breath. For many people, this will this will be the only representation they’ll see for a project I spent months (okay, years) working on.

Months earlier, I was so worried I’d convey the wrong message to my unknown cover artist about THE FIRST VICTIM, I’d practically had a nervous breakdown filling out my Cover Art Sheet.

I must admit that my initial reaction to seeing the cover was that it wasn’t what I’d envisioned. It seemed awfully dark. Thankfully someone told me that it wasn’t nearly as dark as I’d thought! (I’d been looking at in on the screen of my netbook which tends to distort colors.)

Now I truly appreciate the amazing job my cover artist did. (I’m so in awe that I’m currently conducting an interview with her because I want to know how her creative process works.)

Here’s the official description of THE FIRST VICTIM from Carina Press along with the cover.

She was like all the other victims. Naked, flawed, helpless…
Fifteen years ago, Emily Wright barely escaped from a serial killer dubbed the Baby Doll Strangler. She wants nothing to do with the small town where she was abducted, but when her father is hospitalized she reluctantly returns home to care for her teenage sister.

When her sister’s friend is killed and left in front of Emily’s house, Emily begins to relive the nightmare she endured long ago. Soon she realizes that her sister, too, is in danger from the killer—and the only person who can help is the man Emily left behind: Deputy Bailey O’Neil. Together, Emily and Bailey must discover the killer’s identity before he claims his next victim…

My question today is: What do you think are the scariest moments in a book’s life?

Friday, April 1, 2011

Cover Art for THE FIRST VICTIM revealed!

Purty, ain't it?

(Sorry! I've been watching too much JUSTIFIED!)

Before I reveal the official cover copy, I'm curious to find out what your reaction to this is, so go ahead, share your thoughts!